The internet is still spotty. I walk around the house holding my laptop out like a metal detector, hoping for a decent signal.

But when an internet door slams, a window of actual progress sometimes opens. I started writing a book last Monday-- a creepy YA. I finished it this morning.

So I'm off to revise and write and edit and marinate and sign book contracts and eat nothing but meat and beans and green things and look for more children to turn into abominations with my paintbrush.

when I was in HS, my BFF was/is an artist, and she always got volunteered to face-paint for every function. I have many fond memories of sitting beside her, eating a snowcone and thinking, "Wow. How does she do that???" :D <3